Luyện nghe bài hát Sasquatch

After my reputation of whore beaters
Soared to Taco Bell and I ordered gorditas (Mmm, that's good!)
Wanted four more, 'em, didn't eat 'em
Then head to Thebe's for some gymnastics
Fantastic, I backflip on beat B
Cause we running shit like the on four cheetahs
Flow than Papa Joe's or Domino's (Fuck it, whatever, um)
scratched inside the knucks
Got One Direction tickets, I should hit that up
Drive by with puppy signs plastered on the
see how many of they fans could fit inside the trunk
Move over the and the cannabis
Try to the van and the whole band to Canada
Fuck the news and the venues, they can't handle us
They can't us including fruits that Frank's channeling
The Ku Klan see me and my managers
But thank me when they ask where the Panels is (fuck)
Man, I now, I ain't still dope (nope)
But and Rihanna's fuckin' again so there's still hope
Oh fuck, I went there, balling bitch, I'm hair
barely breaking like Taco's self-esteem in a thin chair
Old Navy bitches this gap, yeah this grin's rare
Watch a nigga like five-year-old child
I'm kicking it with Nak and the nigga from Green Mile,
Red Bull in this cup so a nigga may seem but
That's just all the sherm I was burning a little ago
Don't let me get hold of rifle
Shout my nigga Elsseser and Sean Pablo
Surrounded by them that skate with a sick style
And some freckled bitches giant peaches that's vile
never did catch that rhino

Squadron full of some souls
Sergeant of all, autumn and Nak just nollied a pothole
Non-cooperative with his wishes for college
And labeled a problem since paying for Damianos
So shimmy through the swamp, nigga, me through the foxholes
Moral with a pretty bitch in a Bronco
right off the seven and stumbled into some Vatos
Threw a punch, got jumped, dusted off and then home
Shit, it's like 6 p.m. and his temple
Hand in the cabinet by seven, sniff the prescription
in the boxes, all my niggas hostile
Cautious of your crosses, at your doctrines
Bitches augmented as the group is
Only slightly, write to get a pussy nigga two chins
Man these stitches shut the loose lips, stumbled in a Chris
into a booth and hid the luggage from his shroom trips
See, ball with Leonardo on the weekend now
And Maui on a route, we on the second season now
Small fry got 'em seasons salty, weeded,
Ease up off me, end is breathing easy as barfing
From a different breed of doggy, from a different seed and
And off, believe it's Golf Wang, nigga